Fic: Untitled, Kay/Gawain (Camelot), NC-17
Title: Untitled
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kay/Gawain
Warning/Spoilers: Takes place during 1.04, mild blood play, and sort of public sex.
Summary: After being injured during training Kay seeks Gawain out for revenge.
Kay stalked down the cobbled halls of Camelot. His arm still stung from the cut he had received moments before. He busted past every door that was not locked, most rooms empty as everyone was outdoors enjoying the sun or, in the case of the men, implementing Gawain’s new methods in training. Kay, however, felt the need to have a much deserved discussion with their new trainer.
Just as Kay came around a corner he found his query. Gawain sat outside on one of the battlements, his head bent forward. As Kay moved closer he realized that Gawain was reading, or attempting to. He could vaguely see the warrior’s mouth moving silently. Kay began to draw his sword, meaning to only scare Gawain. Unfortunately the rouse worked too well. Before Kay knew it Gawain was on his feet, dagger in hand, pushing Kay against a parapet.
“What are you doing?” Gawain asked between clenched teeth.
“You seem to read quite well on your own, perhaps you don’t need me after all,” Kay replied.
“Perhaps I don’t,” Gawain moved the dagger against the underside of Kay’s chin “If you were looking for revenge you seem to have failed.”
Gawain glanced down at the wound on Kay’s upper arm. The wound did not seem deep enough to need stitches, but there was a good deal of blood oozing from it. The knife Gawain held began to loosen in his grip. Kay, still angry, took the moment to grab hold of Gawain and haul him to the opposing wall.
“Let me make one thing very clear to you, if you ever pull something like that again I’ll cut your head off,” Kay grunted out, the knife still held loosely to his throat. To Kay’s surprise, Gawain moved closer to him, their chests pushing together.
“Really?” Gawain answered with a playful glint in his eyes. The knife was gone from Kay’s neck and dropped on the stone. Kay watched Gawain carefully as he took his now empty hand to trace just over the cut, although not touching it.
“Does it still hurt?” Gawain asked, finger swiping at the drying blood below the wound. The touch made Kay shiver in a way that he hoped Gawain would not notice, but by the smirk that suddenly came to his lips Kay knew he must have.
“No,” Kay lied. Gawain smiled again, this time rubbing his thumb over the wound. Kay tried not to flinch at the sudden sting.
“Liar,” Gawain whispered into Kay’s ear. He lingered there for a moment too long and Kay had to force himself not to look over to the eyes he knew were staring at him. Staying close, Gawain began the task of shedding Kay of his black tunic.
“Wh-what-what are you doing?”Kay asked nervously. Gawain unbuckled the sheath that hung around Kay’s waist. He smiled and pulled the tunic over Kay’s head, whose hair went off in every direction. Gawain felt his mouth go dry and the urge to push his hand through Kay’s messy hair overwhelmed him.
“The wound must be tended to,” Gawain whispered in reply. “I need a good look at it.”
Gawain leaned in close to the cut and ran his tongue along it sharply. This time Kay could not keep in his response, not of pain but of shock and perhaps pleasure. He gave a quick breath in that he knew Gawain noticed. Gawain looked at him, almost asking permission, and licked the wound again, this time cleaning what was left of the blood from around it.
“It looks like it should heal on its own,” Gawain said after properly appraising the cut with the blood out of the way. When he leaned away he caught the dark that had overtaken Kay’s eyes, his pupils blown wide. This time Gawain did not hesitate to draw his hand through the side of Kay’s hair, raking it around his fingers.
“Maybe you should be more careful next time,” Kay said, but the venom the words were supposed to carry had long ago disappeared.
“I think you’ll find that careful is not a quality I posses,” Gawain replied. They were so close now, the cold air warming around them. Kay ran his nose just beside Gawain’s and shifted his hand to the base of Gawain’s neck, through the hair that lay at the nape. They drew one another in. Gawain raised his lips to Kay’s and took them softer than he thought himself capable of.
The gentleness only lasted a moment. Gawain pushed his lips full and forced Kay’s lips open, pushing his tongue past perfect teeth. Kay could taste his own blood clinging to the inside of Gawain’s mouth. The taste made him hard in an instant. Gawain was quick to become a fan of it himself. Kay pushed Gawain back against the wall, one hand bracing the impact. Gawain clawed one hand around Kay’s waist as the other pulled softly at his hair.
“Do you know the real reason I came to Camelot?” Gawain asked when they managed to separate their mouths. “It was for you, Kay. I wanted you.”
“Then take me,” Kay said in a deep, rough voice that pulled at Gawain’s cock. It was all the invitation he would ever need. He growled and pushed Kay against the ramparts. Gawain once again attacked Kay’s mouth while undoing his own pants and Kay’s simultaneously. Kay congratulated him on being able to multifunction under the circumstances, as he himself was left unable to comprehend the simplicity of breathing.
Gawain twisted Kay around roughly and bent him over the side of the fortifications. Below Kay could see the men practicing in the training hall. A rush of excitement spilled over him as he realized that at any moment they could look up to see what was happening. He was pulled from this thought as he felt his pants spill to his ankles. There was rustling behind him for a moment until he felt Gawain over him, chest pressed firmly against his back and the sweet music of Gawain’s voice.
“This might hurt, I only carry so much oil with me,” he said into Kay’s ear. Kay could not even begin to think of a reply Gawain pushed a finger inside of him.
“Fuck!” Kay managed to breathe out. Although it was only a whisper it seemed loud enough to him that those below might hear it. He was momentarily disappointed when they did not. He scream-whispered again when the finger crooked against his prostate. A second finger pushed in as Kay began to pant, closing his eyes against the stars that began to form around his vision. Gawain began rutting against Kay’s back in desperation for friction.
“You have no idea,” Gawain began to mumble incoherently as he added a third finger. “You have no idea how much I want this.”
“Then…do it…for fuck’s sake…Gawain,” Kay breathed out. Gawain released his fingers, pressed his other hand around Kay’s shoulder to give him leverage, and pushed in. Kay had never before heard the noise that came out of his mouth just then. Gawain fisted the hand that had been inside of Kay into his short hair and began to move slowly.
Gawain rumbled against Kay’s ear as his speed increased. Kay opened his eyes again only to see his vision blurry from how hard he had been squeezing his eyes shut against the initial pain. Gawain pulled Kay’s head back by the hair so he could kiss him roughly. Kay grasped his hands against the rampart walls to give him more leverage and used it to push down, sending Gawain balls deep into him.
“Uh..fu..ck,” Gawain moaned out against Kay’s teeth. Kay could not help but smile. Gawain began a brutal pace, almost too much for Kay, the pain almost exceeding the pleasure but Gawain seemed to have just enough control to make sure that one never outweighed the other. Kay could feel his balls fill as Gawain pushed himself to a standing position and grasped Kay’s waist with his hand and start to trust deeply. The pain had gone and now all Kay could feel was the warmth of the sun and the breeze on the wind and the deep, hard, friction of Gawain’s cock against his prostate. With a sharp shout and a small arch of his back Kay came against the wall.
Gawain pushed in harshly twice more and came deep inside of Kay. Gawain near collapsed on top of Kay, his head resting high on Kay’s back. Their legs shook and Gawain forced himself to pull out of Kay and fall onto the ground next to his long forgotten book. Kay knelt as though in prayer against the wall, barely missing the spot where his come began to dry. The only sound was their labored breathing.
“Are you alright?” Gawain asked the same question he had asked after cutting open Kay’s arm. He asked it with more uncertainty than he perhaps meant to convey. Gawain began to worry when Kay did not immediately answer. He feared that perhaps Kay had begun to regret what happened. Kay turned to look at Gawain with a soft smile.
“Next time we use a bed.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kay/Gawain
Warning/Spoilers: Takes place during 1.04, mild blood play, and sort of public sex.
Summary: After being injured during training Kay seeks Gawain out for revenge.
Kay stalked down the cobbled halls of Camelot. His arm still stung from the cut he had received moments before. He busted past every door that was not locked, most rooms empty as everyone was outdoors enjoying the sun or, in the case of the men, implementing Gawain’s new methods in training. Kay, however, felt the need to have a much deserved discussion with their new trainer.
Just as Kay came around a corner he found his query. Gawain sat outside on one of the battlements, his head bent forward. As Kay moved closer he realized that Gawain was reading, or attempting to. He could vaguely see the warrior’s mouth moving silently. Kay began to draw his sword, meaning to only scare Gawain. Unfortunately the rouse worked too well. Before Kay knew it Gawain was on his feet, dagger in hand, pushing Kay against a parapet.
“What are you doing?” Gawain asked between clenched teeth.
“You seem to read quite well on your own, perhaps you don’t need me after all,” Kay replied.
“Perhaps I don’t,” Gawain moved the dagger against the underside of Kay’s chin “If you were looking for revenge you seem to have failed.”
Gawain glanced down at the wound on Kay’s upper arm. The wound did not seem deep enough to need stitches, but there was a good deal of blood oozing from it. The knife Gawain held began to loosen in his grip. Kay, still angry, took the moment to grab hold of Gawain and haul him to the opposing wall.
“Let me make one thing very clear to you, if you ever pull something like that again I’ll cut your head off,” Kay grunted out, the knife still held loosely to his throat. To Kay’s surprise, Gawain moved closer to him, their chests pushing together.
“Really?” Gawain answered with a playful glint in his eyes. The knife was gone from Kay’s neck and dropped on the stone. Kay watched Gawain carefully as he took his now empty hand to trace just over the cut, although not touching it.
“Does it still hurt?” Gawain asked, finger swiping at the drying blood below the wound. The touch made Kay shiver in a way that he hoped Gawain would not notice, but by the smirk that suddenly came to his lips Kay knew he must have.
“No,” Kay lied. Gawain smiled again, this time rubbing his thumb over the wound. Kay tried not to flinch at the sudden sting.
“Liar,” Gawain whispered into Kay’s ear. He lingered there for a moment too long and Kay had to force himself not to look over to the eyes he knew were staring at him. Staying close, Gawain began the task of shedding Kay of his black tunic.
“Wh-what-what are you doing?”Kay asked nervously. Gawain unbuckled the sheath that hung around Kay’s waist. He smiled and pulled the tunic over Kay’s head, whose hair went off in every direction. Gawain felt his mouth go dry and the urge to push his hand through Kay’s messy hair overwhelmed him.
“The wound must be tended to,” Gawain whispered in reply. “I need a good look at it.”
Gawain leaned in close to the cut and ran his tongue along it sharply. This time Kay could not keep in his response, not of pain but of shock and perhaps pleasure. He gave a quick breath in that he knew Gawain noticed. Gawain looked at him, almost asking permission, and licked the wound again, this time cleaning what was left of the blood from around it.
“It looks like it should heal on its own,” Gawain said after properly appraising the cut with the blood out of the way. When he leaned away he caught the dark that had overtaken Kay’s eyes, his pupils blown wide. This time Gawain did not hesitate to draw his hand through the side of Kay’s hair, raking it around his fingers.
“Maybe you should be more careful next time,” Kay said, but the venom the words were supposed to carry had long ago disappeared.
“I think you’ll find that careful is not a quality I posses,” Gawain replied. They were so close now, the cold air warming around them. Kay ran his nose just beside Gawain’s and shifted his hand to the base of Gawain’s neck, through the hair that lay at the nape. They drew one another in. Gawain raised his lips to Kay’s and took them softer than he thought himself capable of.
The gentleness only lasted a moment. Gawain pushed his lips full and forced Kay’s lips open, pushing his tongue past perfect teeth. Kay could taste his own blood clinging to the inside of Gawain’s mouth. The taste made him hard in an instant. Gawain was quick to become a fan of it himself. Kay pushed Gawain back against the wall, one hand bracing the impact. Gawain clawed one hand around Kay’s waist as the other pulled softly at his hair.
“Do you know the real reason I came to Camelot?” Gawain asked when they managed to separate their mouths. “It was for you, Kay. I wanted you.”
“Then take me,” Kay said in a deep, rough voice that pulled at Gawain’s cock. It was all the invitation he would ever need. He growled and pushed Kay against the ramparts. Gawain once again attacked Kay’s mouth while undoing his own pants and Kay’s simultaneously. Kay congratulated him on being able to multifunction under the circumstances, as he himself was left unable to comprehend the simplicity of breathing.
Gawain twisted Kay around roughly and bent him over the side of the fortifications. Below Kay could see the men practicing in the training hall. A rush of excitement spilled over him as he realized that at any moment they could look up to see what was happening. He was pulled from this thought as he felt his pants spill to his ankles. There was rustling behind him for a moment until he felt Gawain over him, chest pressed firmly against his back and the sweet music of Gawain’s voice.
“This might hurt, I only carry so much oil with me,” he said into Kay’s ear. Kay could not even begin to think of a reply Gawain pushed a finger inside of him.
“Fuck!” Kay managed to breathe out. Although it was only a whisper it seemed loud enough to him that those below might hear it. He was momentarily disappointed when they did not. He scream-whispered again when the finger crooked against his prostate. A second finger pushed in as Kay began to pant, closing his eyes against the stars that began to form around his vision. Gawain began rutting against Kay’s back in desperation for friction.
“You have no idea,” Gawain began to mumble incoherently as he added a third finger. “You have no idea how much I want this.”
“Then…do it…for fuck’s sake…Gawain,” Kay breathed out. Gawain released his fingers, pressed his other hand around Kay’s shoulder to give him leverage, and pushed in. Kay had never before heard the noise that came out of his mouth just then. Gawain fisted the hand that had been inside of Kay into his short hair and began to move slowly.
Gawain rumbled against Kay’s ear as his speed increased. Kay opened his eyes again only to see his vision blurry from how hard he had been squeezing his eyes shut against the initial pain. Gawain pulled Kay’s head back by the hair so he could kiss him roughly. Kay grasped his hands against the rampart walls to give him more leverage and used it to push down, sending Gawain balls deep into him.
“Uh..fu..ck,” Gawain moaned out against Kay’s teeth. Kay could not help but smile. Gawain began a brutal pace, almost too much for Kay, the pain almost exceeding the pleasure but Gawain seemed to have just enough control to make sure that one never outweighed the other. Kay could feel his balls fill as Gawain pushed himself to a standing position and grasped Kay’s waist with his hand and start to trust deeply. The pain had gone and now all Kay could feel was the warmth of the sun and the breeze on the wind and the deep, hard, friction of Gawain’s cock against his prostate. With a sharp shout and a small arch of his back Kay came against the wall.
Gawain pushed in harshly twice more and came deep inside of Kay. Gawain near collapsed on top of Kay, his head resting high on Kay’s back. Their legs shook and Gawain forced himself to pull out of Kay and fall onto the ground next to his long forgotten book. Kay knelt as though in prayer against the wall, barely missing the spot where his come began to dry. The only sound was their labored breathing.
“Are you alright?” Gawain asked the same question he had asked after cutting open Kay’s arm. He asked it with more uncertainty than he perhaps meant to convey. Gawain began to worry when Kay did not immediately answer. He feared that perhaps Kay had begun to regret what happened. Kay turned to look at Gawain with a soft smile.
“Next time we use a bed.”